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topic: you pulled the words to the front of my mouth
by Rachelle Howeyou:
the splinter under my fingernails
(i still smell you there.)
i held you
like a cradled baby
while you sang woe is me
i spoon fed you 'til you woke.
you:
that wayward child.
that blissful hex and moan.
the one who pulled the words
to the front of my mouth
and said hello. 10/07/2003 Author's Note: topic by krista brock. okay. so this one isn't exactly what i had expected. hm.
Posted on 10/07/2003
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